Dune Bashing

The next morning while we were getting ready for our big Dune Bashing trip, a funny thing happened. It rained. In the desert. Yep- I am officially the rainmaker! It has rained in every single desert that I have ever gone to. Ever. To put this into perspective, this was the first time it has rained since Molly and Clifton moved here in February. They were pretty excited:

I was a little worried, but the rain stopped before we left for trip to the Dunes. Our driver picked us up and we drove about 45 minutes to the other side of Qatar. When we got there our driver let out the air in the tires so that the tires got better traction in the dunes, or something like that.

Then the adventure began. There are really no words to describe the craziness of the dune bashing. We made plenty use of the “oh shit” bars, that is for sure. I still do not know how we did not flip over. This video doesn’t even begin to capture how scary it was:

We made a few stops along the way to enjoy the view:

After an hour or so of the crazy ride, we reached our destination- a private beach resort:

We hung out here for a few hours, had some lunch, went swimming, went sand boarding, rode a camel, you know, normal stuff.

Molly was the first to get on the camel, which was not very happy.

I was the next to give it a try. Blake took some video to capture the noises this thing was making:

After a few hours of relaxing, and watching these guys dance-

We hoped back in for some more dune bashing. Our driver wanted to show us where a lot of the locals go. They take their SUVs out to these mudflats and go crazy. Mind you, we thought that our driver was crazy (although we all had a lot of confidence in his driving), and our driver said that no, these people are crazy: